Lyrical Breakdown of What Comes Around - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "What Comes Around" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

Lyric Overview: Witness how Beastie Boys weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "What Comes Around" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Beastie Boys employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Beastie Boys's narrative.

This lyrical analysis of "What Comes Around" not only celebrates Beastie Boys's artistic prowess but also serves as an educational tool for aspiring songwriters. If this analysis inspires you and you'd like to see your own songs analyzed in this way, join the Lazyjot community. Register at Lazyjot and start exploring the full potential of your lyrical creativity. Turn your thoughts into rhymes and your rhymes into songs with Lazyjot!

Overripe, fresh skeezed, California females

With three inch cherry red press-on Lee nails

Reach into my mind for the rhymes I'm seeking

Like a garbage bag full, overflowing, now it's leaking

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair

So I can climb up and get into your underwear

You rat soup eating, test cheating, no business punk

You're insecure born in the junkyard with the junk

You've gone wet look crazy, messed with your head

You fucked around and wound up with the bald skin head

You're all mixed up like pasta primavera

Yo, why'd you throw that chair at Geraldo Rivera man?

'Cause one man's ceiling is another man's floor

Yo, get that money out your ass you whore

I brought her upstairs onto the roof

I dogged your wife and she is a doofus

What goes around, comes around

Chosen bound

Pull me down

Yo holmes, your nose is brown

Clean B, cleaning the G spot. You know that we've got

The dolomite house and you have not

Look out my window look over the city

With two black eyes, your girl ain't that pretty

Why you wanna beat that brat with a bat?

Why you wanna treat your girl like that?

Living in the rat race smoking rat weed

Well you reap what you sow, when you plant the seed

Bum cheese on rye with ham and prosciutto

Got more Louie than Phillip Rizzuto

What goes around, comes around

Funky, like penicillin

Funky, like panasaurus

Doris the finkasaurus